#Am pm

[teenagedirtstache]

[djevilninja]

Now to all ya ladies who want to know, Well, who are the kids that'll make ya go? Well, who are the guys that the girls adore? Well, who are the men that the girls prefer? Who are the kids with the most finesse? Who are the guys that never fess? Who are the fellas on the golden mic, That's gonna say all the rhymes that ya like?

Dr. Jeckyll & Mr. Hyde - A.M. P.M.

[retrogoldenmemories]

[punkrockmixtapes]

Coffee Project - A.M. P.M.

This song has a lot of things to say But I'm too drunk and I've been lead astray And fucking up is pretty easy anyway

[mrorel]

Was that a.m. or p.m.?

The campaign to stamp out 8 o'clock never did succeed, and that’s why we’re still plagued by it. 

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Timely: from cursed clocks to wind-up dresses, clock imps to clocks with faces, here’s my collection of vintage timepieces.

[kleefkruid]

tumblr is the funniest place to constantly change your username and profile picture because most people don't post pictures of themselves and plenty don't even have their name in their bio so you're stuck identifying your mutual by the pictures of their cat or their daily 2 am rant about inaccurate historical costuming

[baba-is-blog]

BABA IS SHOCKED

[enimsiyobeht]

stray kids when they're cockdrunk 👀👀

hehehe 😼😼.

Chan’s mouth doesn’t shut once he’s cockdrunk. After you’ve got him bent over and bred nice and deep, he goes from quiet whines to full-on worship. “Yours, it’s yours—fuck—don’t stop, don’t stop, keep it inside me, I need to feel full.” Even when you’ve already finished, he keeps trying to rock his hips, back arching into you, greedy for more. You have to hold him still to stop the constant clenching of his hole, but he just grins through the overstimulation. “You’re gonna fuck me again, right? You’re not gonna leave me like this, right, baby?”

Minho’s the type to talk so much shit before sex—“Hope you can handle me”—only to end up folded in half, whining and grabbing at your wrist the second you thrust too deep. And after? Oh, he’s glued to you. Wraps his legs around your waist, keeps you inside him even when he’s shaking from how sensitive he is, refusing to let go. “Feels too good—don’t pull out, please—please. Just wanna stay like this forever…” You laugh, teasing him, but his nails dig into your back and he’s serious. Get fucked dumb and then stay cockwarm like it’s where he belongs.

Changbin has zero shame when he’s cockdrunk. Zero. He’ll ride you like it’s a fucking sport, thighs trembling, moaning your name like a chant. “F-fuck—fuck—feels so good, baby, keep fucking me like that—!” And once he cums? He starts crying. Not sad crying—happy crying. Overwhelmed. Heart racing. Shaking. Tells you how full he feels, how no one else could ever make him feel this fucked out. Bites his hand to muffle the moans as you give him another round. “Can’t stop thinking about your cock—can’t stop—wanna be like this every night.”

Hyunjin lays there, spread out and ruined, limbs loose, lips glossy with spit and tears. He babbles, pupils blown wide. “More,” he slurs, drooling a little, thighs twitching. “Didn’t cum enough… you didn’t fuck it deep enough…” Even though there’s cum dripping down his legs and pooling under him, he’ll still tug at your wrist with glassy eyes. “You wanna paint me again, right? I’m still not finished.” He’s artsy even in his obsession, begging to be fucked like a blank canvas—marked, bruised, and filled with your colors until he can’t think straight.

Jisung’s on crackhead mode post-fuck. He’s giggling, twitching, humping against your abs even when he’s too sensitive to keep going. “Ahaha—y-you broke me, I think you actually—fuck, yeah, right there—nnnngh, oh shit!” And then he moans at his own voice. He gets high off your cum, literally, acting dazed and drunk and teasing. Slaps his own ass just to watch your face twitch. Tries to jerk himself off again with your cum still leaking out. “Round four? Five? You’re not tapping out, right? Right?!”

Felix is the softest, filthiest thing when he’s cockdrunk. Clings to your hand, kisses your chest, and begs you not to stop even while his tears roll down his cheeks. “Please, please—make me yours again—don’t waste it, just cum in me—please, fill me up—” The second he feels you release inside him, he melts. A blissed-out moan, eyes rolling back, toes curling. He’ll hold his legs up after, make you look at the way your cum’s dripping from his hole and whimper for you to stuff it back in. “Don’t wanna lose a single drop…”

Seungmin pretends to hate being cockdrunk. Tries to hide his stuttering moans, covers his mouth, glares at you with flushed cheeks. “D-don’t look at me like that,” he pants. “Not my fault your cock feels so fucking good…” But the second you degrade him? “Ohh—fuck—yeah, talk to me like that—” Call him a good bitch and he shakes. Slap his thighs and his voice breaks. Even when he’s trembling, too wrecked to move, he’ll beg for one more thrust. “Wanna feel it again, wanna cum with you in me—please, please—”

Jeongin can’t speak when he’s cockdrunk. Can barely form words. Just gasps and cries, voice wrecked, drooling into your chest as you hold him through it. You ruin him once and he’s already dizzy, but then you press deeper and say, “You can take more,” and his eyes roll back. He’s full-on drunk. Body limp. Mind gone. “Yes… yes, please… fill me again… need it so bad…” He cuddles you after, hole leaking all over your thighs, nuzzling into your neck like he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing. Just wants to stay plugged up, marked, and messy.

[welivetodream]

Mori: so you're telling me, you won't kill anyone for the next six months even if it's your job?

Akutagawa: yes

Mori: Any reason? Or you just don't feel like it?

Akutagawa: it's....there's someone, I am doing it for...them

Mori: ....

Akutagawa: I can't break my promise even if it kills me. And my life only belongs to them anyway.

*later*

Mori: that's what he said! Our boy is dating people finally! It's like an alcoholic quitting drinks for their S.O!

Hirotsu: are you sure it's not the tiger boy?

Mori, gasping: tiger boy is dating Akutagawa? OMG the ✨ DRAMA ✨. I should tell Fukuzawa this! Let me get some 🍿

Hirotsu: whatever you do, please don't involve me in this, I am already tried of the whole Dazai Chuuya saga, can't handle another.

[mashmouths]

i need to experience something beautiful and true or i'm going to dissolve into a wretched ooze i think

[potato-lord-but-not]

epic wife moment

[salt-bun]

game.

[bubba-luz]

sanji, what does a day in your life look like now? is it the same as it was when you were in your 20s?

[mylittleredgirl]

kind of wild how i’m absolutely sure that going to bed every night at 9:30 pm without my phone would improve my life in every conceivable way, an action that’s both free and easy to do if it weren’t also somehow impossible

[shouldering-worlds]

NOT ENOUGH OF YALL ARE TALKING ABOUT THE NAME A HAMILTON SONG BIT

please, the "name a woman," the Kahoot bit, the utter look of disappointed but not surprised from Dan, the panicked confusion on Phil's face

The videos are fucking art